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Well... back when I was a teen (10 or so years ago), I used to go to my brother's room to "watch tv", as he was usually at his girlfriend's place anyway. His room was on the second (top) floor, while mine was on the first, next to my parents' bedroom. One can see why I'd hesitate to do the deed there, especially considering we didn't have locks on our doors.
Anyway, one day, around 10 in the evening, I was busy doing the solo thing, and all of a sudden my dad opened the door... I don't think I ever moved from the bed to the door so fast. That was the last time he went in without knocking.
It wasn't a problem, though. In fact, a few months later, my mother had a talk with me and my brother, explaining we should really throw those tissues in the toilet, instead of in our trashcans... (Yes, *EW*)
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